In the woods in the dead of winter
In a snowbank slowly dying
Pink moon reaches the most intimate levels possible
It is music for one person, the single listener of the album
It delves deep into the corners of your mind that even the bright winter sun cannot reach
Pink Moon is not just timeless; it is out of time completely. It feels like it has always been here. The soundtrack for lonely jesters then Something conflicted millennials stumble upon now
"I am the parasite of this town"